Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.